An Unplanned Memory Generator Floor Piece

These are the front and back of a lost page from my chickenscratched pseudo-journal during our farming odyssey last summer. I had other journals, but they were all handmade with watercolor paper pages, and, quite frankly, I was scared to think of them, let alone scrawl them up. I really just wanted a worthless lined pad. Something expendable, a tool without fear. I don't even know where it is anymore, but it was quite a useful piece.

Most likely, the little pages have all left the spiralbound nest, moved away, and grown into pieces of their own right, just like this fine fellow.